Glancing at Leng Yu Yan, Ye Yiheng's lips subtly curled into a smile as he turned his head and followed the old uncle toward the mountains.
"Old uncle, why is the firewood shed located on the mountainside?"
"Well, for one, it's convenient for chopping firewood. If we chop too much, we can just leave it there; secondly, we don't want to pile it up in the room you're currently staying in. If we pile it in the yard, I'm worried about it getting wet in the rain, not to mention the possibility of bad people hiding behind the woodpile..."
The old uncle settled the carrying pole on his shoulders and pointed to the snow-covered mountain path, "Moreover, this road is pretty convenient to walk on, just a bit more difficult with the snowfall today."
Ye Yiheng nodded, following the old uncle with one foot sinking deeper than the other.
Along the way, the old uncle seemed to open up a box of chatter, "You and your little wife haven't been married for long, have you?"
